Some days my mornings go pretty well with the kids. They get out of bed on time. They get dressed with appropriate-ish clothing. They eat their breakfast in a timely manner. They let me do their hair. They brush their teeth. They put their appropriate shoes on. They brush their teeth.
That's a good morning.
Other mornings I get told to STOP TALKING when I go to wake them. They put on striped shirts two sizes too small with polka dot shorts that are not weather appropriate and grrrowl at me when I ask them to change. They sit in front of their breakfast like a zombie for 20 minutes instead of eating. They 'do' their own hair - you know, with 3 pony tails and a fashionable long strand of hair hanging in their face. They try to sneak out wearing flip-flops. They all-of-a-sudden remember they forgot: a snack, a bottle of water, a form for me to fill out, a family picture (nobody has printed pictures anymore!), etc.
The 3 minutes before the bus comes becomes an all out battle zone - me screaming instructions and telling them to hurry up! Then, as they fly out the door and get on the bus I smile and always, always, always tell them to have a good day and I love them. In my warped mind this erases all the yelling I just did 2 seconds before. I actually think it works for them to.
This is a normal morning.
I'm sure there are things I could do to make things run more smoothly, but I'm too lazy to have them pick out their outfits at night because we're exhausted from the bedtime battle.
How do you rate your school mornings??
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School mornings may just be the death of me.
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